Candle Lighting
i’m gonna light a candle to our memories like a love one passed away. i’m gonna say a little prayer hoping one day i will be free from the pangs of yesterday. coz to be honest, i still love you……
LSS
Your IG posts – about you, wrapping her next to you- I wish I was her like an ice cream melting around your arms. Your texts are still in my inbox like souvenir items being kept. And you are still…
Wee Hours
Why do we love to think during wee hours of a person who never cared to miss us? Why as if it’s the most natural thing to ever happen? To wake up on the same time, for the same reason…
What remains…
What remains in us is a feeling of peace knowing we’ve not hurt each other by being together. What remains in us is a good memory of two people wanting to love each other but couldn’t be together. What remains…
Dengue
Love is when you’re bitten by a mosquito and it carries a deadly virus called love. It will suck a life out from you and leave you so sick. No meds can ever heal. Mosquito bites, why so itchy like…
Piggy Bank
I saved too much love in the called piggy bank. Everyday I saved one so someday I can meet someone. Someone whom my piggy bank belongs. Someone whom I could get along. Then one day my piggy bank got full.…
Make up (lipstick, concealer,etc.)
I wish your love is as red as my lipstick. It could’ve been the sexiest part of me, to be loved by you. And I ever wonder if only concealer can hide my true feelings, but it won’t. Could an…
Traffic Lights
I wish in love there's a green light for me to know I should keep loving you. Or a red light for me to rest and stop loving you.
That thing called JEALOUSY!
Like cavities forming anywhere in my teeth. Somehow unwanted, But I can’t help it! It’s like wrinkles, Forming on my forehead. It’s quite wonderful to age. Yet, something I want to fade. That thing called jealousy.
Lazy!
I am lazy To move on from you. It’s like getting up At 6AM on a Monday morning. And avoiding EDSA To make me forget about you. I’m too lazy now To stop. It’s like cutting your orgasm. You can’t…
U
You’re like an egg’s shell – broken. Like a mosaic. Made of pieces. You’re an art – beautiful. Like an abstract. Full of perplexity. You’re too much and less enough. You’re a paradox of hate and love. You’re the dawn…
2D1N in his heart
Some days come surprisingly extraordinary Like how he came into your life. Made you feel not a princess but treated you as a woman. What else is there you look for? Other than being spoiled with honesty and sincerity? That 2D1N…